in a classroom
taking a final
i am the last one there
no answers come to me
as clock ticks away
the professor looks hopefully sad
trying to give me just a little more time
the laughter from the hallway distracting me
all my fellow students
making holiday plans
still i look for answers
that i do not have
finally the professor walks slowly towards me
holding his hand out
my time is up
so i hand over blank page and laugh
smirking as i get up to leave
you were a lousy teacher and i did not buy the textbook for this class.
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Author:
Jon Nakapalau (
Offline) - Published: March 2nd, 2020 21:03
- Comment from author about the poem: Another very vivid dream.
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
That blank page can have so many messages put onto it.
Thanks Andy.
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